How he looked so— adorable sprawled out on the bed, tucked under the blanket. It sure looked warm, and inviting. Gee, even she was beginning to feel tired.
’ Don’t mind if I do, ’ she said quietly, a soft smile crossing her lips.
To accept the invitation, she slipped gracefully under the covers next to him, lightly brushing the wild, dark tresses out of his brilliant green eyes.
[ Harry welcomed the intrusion, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, eyes attempting to focus without the aid of his glasses. A limp arm maneuvers to wrap itself around Ginny’s waist, tugging her much smaller form close and promptly nuzzling in the crook between her neck and shoulder. ]
[ His voice is muffled in this position; and, as he speaks, he fights off a yawn of giant proportions. ]
She stomped up the stairs, only slightly conspicuously, but not before gathering a bit of patience.
’ Harry? You alright? ‘
[ He supposed he at least owed her an explanation, but it still took him a moment to find the willingness to drop the blankets down from above his head, tousled hair and green eyes peeking out at her. ]
❝ I’m fine, Gin. Tired–exhausted, more-like. Come to bed. ❞
[ There was a hinted ’please’ in there somewhere, but his voice had already dropped off. Eighteen hour days at the Ministry had finally taken their toll, and Harry was ready to collapse. ]
